The harvest conference was held in the village chief’s yard and visited the middle of the village.

When Xinglian and Shuangchi arrived, the tables of about ten tables were already full of people.

After getting along well with Miss Erya in the afternoon, Shuangchi had long forgotten his original intention of not being beaten to death. Seeing that there were two seats beside the landlord, he pulled Xinglian and sat down.

"Huan Liuyuan, continue to pay attention to the movements outside." Xing Lian said in his heart, and he was not polite and sat down.

Although this place is surrounded by lake water and ordinary beasts cannot enter, it is inevitable that birds like the previous goshawks will be like that. At this time, everyone gathers together. If they are attacked by spirit beasts because of her, it would be a great sin.

A harvest conference like this is often held in the village. They caught up once on the first day of their arrival, but at that time they were not familiar with each other and they didn’t have the nerve to bother them. After the banquet, the landlord brought some food back.

I paid homage to the Wudian Temple, which has not eaten rice for a long time.

To be fair, although this landlord looks treacherous at first glance, he is often mentioned by Shuang Chi to say that he always stares at him lustfully. Xing Lian still thinks this man is good, at least for her belly.

Always good.

Halfway through the banquet, Shuangchi was filled with a few glasses of strong wine, and he leaned against several fishermen and brothers. He completely abandoned his noble temperament, caught a palm-sized fish and threw it into his mouth.

, then pull out a fish bone with a distinct bone spur along the tail.

Everyone was shocked by his ability, and they all said goodbye and started to cheer him and asked him to do it again.

Xing Lian lowered his head and took a sip of the poor wine in the glass, smacked his lips, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and eat it.

She doesn't care about food, but she has raised her mouth in her past or present life. This kind of wine with a poor quality is really hard to catch her eyes.

The lively atmosphere lasted for a while, and Xiaobai's reminder came from his heart: "The Phantom Flow seems to have encountered a spirit beast."

Xing Lian narrowed his eyes and calmly put down his chopsticks, "Can she deal with it?"

The ordinary birds and fantasy lilacs are naturally no problem. In fact, in the past few days since she lived here, birds have been coming to invade, but the house she used was leaning on the edge of the lake, hoping to solve the problem without disturbing the villagers.

It's no problem, but today's situation is different, so you can't be careless.

The Ice Python paused, "The level is not high, but it seems that there are quite a lot of people."

"Then you go and help her, and you must not let those spirit beasts enter the village."

"yes."

In the noise, no one saw the white snake wandering under Zixing's feet slowly passing through the yard, then turned into a white light and flew out.

Seeing Xinglian stopping the chopsticks, the landlord turned around and asked curiously: "Is it enough for Miss Qiao to eat only this little? This wine is brewed by our village, so don't you try it more?"

"Thank you, Brother Xiaodong, I'm full."

"Is that true?" The landlord smiled, turned around and continued to drink a glass of wine, as if he had made up some decision. After a while, he came over again, "Miss Qiao, there is something I want to ask you.

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"What's the matter? Brother Xiaodong just asks." Xing Lian raised a gentle smile.
Chapter completed!